adapt

sweat with a grimy sheen
like an oil slick on ocean
beads upon a forehead
struggling to adapt
to do more
than just react
to the faces and places
racing past in a crescendo
a bullet train blur
too mercurial to memorize
on the road to paradise
but knowing this will
be on the final
on the final day
and you will be
grasping at straws
explaining yourself
in hems and haws
saying because because
you grew to now from was